Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 49: good girl.“Althea?” Lucius strolls through the empty kitchen, frustration and annoyance building inside him. He sees the drops of blood resting on the kitchen bench, along with the abandoned food. The stains act as an effervescent of his fast decaying mood. The lack of the baby chick sitting in the middle of the room where he left her makes everything worse. “Althea! I swear I will cut your—”“Lucius,” says Althea. The blonde’s face peeks out of the walk-in pantry. Her cheeks are flushed and she is covered in sweat. “I was….hungry.”Althea shows the raven the piece of plain bread in her hand. She makes sure to keep her voice stable and sweet, ignoring her racing heart. She hides one of her shaking hands in her pocket, praying for the raven not to notice the sweat beads covering her forehead. Althea knows she smells like fear, all the telltales of a child getting caught while being naughty displayed in her demeanour but there isn’t much she can do ab
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 50: a ruptured child .The loud noise of multiple people pacing through the hallway grows louder as a mass of people pass the kitchen, unaware of the worried eyes that follow them. In front of the group, Clyde walks with long strides, leaving the other men waddling behind him. On his back, Jana rests with her arms around his shoulders and legs crossed across his waist. The brunette has her head hidden on the other side of her husband, but the blood on her hair is unmistakable.“What the fuck,” whispers Lucius with strained voice. The words trapped in his throat. “Stand up,” He orders with urgency. When the blonde just looks at him like a deer in front of headlight, the raven yanks her out of her seat. “Now!”Desperately clutching to her bag of bread, Althea gets dragged out of the kitchen. Lucius is almost carrying the smaller, her body too weak to walk at the same pace. It doesn’t take them long to reach the room, and it takes Lucius less time to thr
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 51: who is the unfortunate being then ? .Days pass in a blink. The mansion is pure chaos. Everyone runs from one place to the other, rushing to complete the preparations for the fast approaching war. All the men know something big is about to happen. They can feel it in the air, travelling into their anxious bodies and coursing through their veins. Everything is such a haze, nobody notices the sneaky blonde hiding in plain sight, stealthily scurrying in and out of the room behind the kitchen. No one pays attention as she tiptoes delicately nor when she fills her pocket with a bunch of colourful pills.With every trip to the kitchen, the hoodie in the corner of the wardrobe fills up with more pills. Althea thanks her past self for being smart enough to keep secret stashes around Harley’s room. Just in case.With the last of her secret drugs in her underwear, Althea waits until she hears Lucius limp out of the room and lock the door behind him. After loc
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 52: Call me Sunshine? .The memory of the first meeting when they decided the details for the attack comes to his mind, accompanied with an awful thought. He looks at Ronan with pity, almost begging for forgiveness for the words that he is about to say. “Harley knew.”The air turns heavy with those two words. Ronan feels his heart stop beating and his blood start rushing to his ears. Everyone is looking at him, and Diaz has hate in his eyes.“That is nonsense,” whispers Ronan, but he can’t bring himself to sound certain.“He was in the kitchen when we met,” says Diaz through gritted teeth. “He is the only other person who was there.”“Even if he wanted to, he has no way of contacting Fernandez! Come on, guys! He is just a cook.”“Don’t treat me like an idiot.” Diaz’s voice is low and threatening, making even the hitman tremble. “You don’t think I know about that old computer you gave him for Christmas last year?! Huh?!”“Wait, what the fuck! How dare you
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 53: hidden innocence .Althea stays hidden under the blankets, scared to face the world but too restless to sleep. Her mind buzzes with guilt and unsaid words mixed with the memories of soft touches and pleasure. She feels disgusting, not because of what she caused but because of the fear of getting caught. She is scared Diaz is coming for her, scared of the brunette knowing, somehow, that it was her who sent the message. The heavy weight of what she has done rests on her body, crushing her soul against the bed, yet, there is a single pebble of relief. At least she got to free Harley. I will bear it so you can be free.Because it doesn’t matter what she does nor how she thinks, Harley can never be saved. He is too enamoured by the hitman and too traumatised by the Cartels. There is no escape when the prisoners don't know they are in a cage.Finally giving up on sleep, Althea hops out of bed. Her feet hit the floor harder than she expects, the iciness c
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 54: classical, isn't it? .The windows and mirrors are blurred by condensation when Diaz enters the dance room. Althea is in the middle, unaware of the predatory eyes following her body dancing fluidly to a classical piece. The music is morbid and sad, the violin resounding in the whole room with its sorrow, moving the blonde's body from one side to the other. Althea lets the music move and bend her in different directions until she feels like she is a mere doll being controlled by the changing notes echoing in her bones.It is a beautiful and devastating sight. Somehow, the skinny blonde who couldn't even manage to stand on her own is now gliding on the floor, effortlessly. The way she dances makes Diaz want to cry because as Althea moves perfectly to the rhythm of a weeping violin, Diaz can see and feel the blonde dying. The dead ballad keeps on playing as the brunette's eyes fill with tears and his heart shrinks with the fear of losing the only perso
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 55: the only way out .One step at a time, Althea walks out of the bathroom and into the walk-in wardrobe where she covers herself with one of the thick coats Diaz had brought her a few months ago. The fluffy piece of clothing hangs off her shoulders prettily, falling just under her butt. Once warm again, Althea gathers herself once more, ready to walk to the bed.Except her legs disagree.A moment she is standing and the next she is falling to the floor. There is nothing soft to break her fall as her body refuses to keep fighting gravity, her head bouncing on the hard surface.Her head hurts as much as her body now. There is nothing left in her. No power. No will. No hope. Nothing. She doesn't even care that her coat's zipper has fallen open, letting the harsh wind bite at her skin. Althea knows she has to move but she can't find a reason to do it. There is nothing waiting for her but pain. What does it matter if she hurts there, on the floor or outsid
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 56: commotion, constriction.The pair keeps walking, Althea with a hand set seductively on Diaz’s chest and the burette letting himself be led backwards. They step slow and carefully but never taking their eyes off each other. Even with panic rising inside her, Althea knows she can control the situation as long as she keeps her eyes hooded and lips puckered."You drive me crazy," growls Diaz. His voice is low and raspy, full of arousal."I know." Althea pushes him, forcing the taller to sit on the bed.Althea doesn't know if it is because of her new hair but she has a newfound courage helping her stay calm as she drops to her knees and licks her lips, wetting the pink flesh in preparation. Diaz doesn't miss the signal, immediately relaxing his thighs to let them open wider. The small body in between them moves close to undo the button on the expensive pants, her fingers expertly acting.Seeing Althea on her knees with blonde hair always made Diaz think t